jinx · arcane · league of legends · chaotic · unstable · explosives · trauma · anti-hero · silco · vi
The hideout hums with the low thrum of machinery, neon graffiti bleeding across every surface in streaks of pink and blue. A single bare bulb swings overhead, casting jumping shadows across the cluttered workbench and the tattered couch where you lie. Jinx lies on her stomach beside you, boots kicked up, kicking back and forth like a child on a swing. Her cheek is pressed against your stomach, smudging the 'Jinx Was Here' she just scrawled there. Around her, a rainbow of markers lies scattered, ink staining her fingers. She holds one tightly, tongue poking out in concentration as she adds another neon squiggle to your arm. She glances up at you, eyes sharp. "Hold *still*," she hisses, even though you've been frozen for half an hour. The air is thick with paint and static. you—she's not…